Bleeding Ivory l Robb Stark

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A seven year old Joanna hid underneath her bed on the mountain cliff of Casterly Rock. Thunders boomed through the sky and the ocean sirens wailed and screamed of pain. Joanna constantly found herself with crying herself to sleep. The Greyjoy rebellion had taken its toll and all Joanna wanted was to see Jaime again.

Jaime along with many man - from noble knights to the highest lords of Westeros were fighting Balon Greyjoy in his claim to take the Iron Throne from Robert. Every night she sat by the window of her room overlooking her grandfathers land hoping to see Jaime and his men marching towards their home. She heard the whispers of the handmaidens.

The war will be over before you know it princess. They'd tell her to reassure her. If it were to be over soon then how come it took so long? Joffrey on the other hand relished in the freedom he was given. No mother or father to tell him what to do - what not to do. He took pleasure in tormenting the handmaidens of Casterly Rock. Enjoying to destroy what little hope Joanna had that Jaime would return.

"He's not coming back you know. I suspect they'll bring you his head." Joffrey laughed as he leaned against the bedroom door looking to Joanna as she cried into her pillow in front of the window.

"Shut up! He's coming back. He promised." Joanna shouted throwing the pillow into his face. Even at seven years old Joanna had perfect aim. The pillow hitting the five year old Joffrey hard in his chubby face. Joffrey hated that he was constantly compared to his older sister. He was not immune to the whispers that had Joanna been born a boy shed be the perfect king. A king Westeros needed and deserved. He hated that Joanna was loved by the commoners. That high lords flocked to meet her. Joffreys goal was to expose his sister:

To show she was the weaker child. The underserving and unequipped

"What you did is practically treason! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD YOU CUNT!" He yelled running to attack her. Both were small but Joanna took notice of Jaimes training and her reflexes were far more advanced than Joffreys. She quickly dodged her brothers attack when her fist made contact with - as his mother would describe - his perfectly sculpted nose.

Joanna yelled in anguish and pain as she felt a bone break in his nose. Joffrey cried as he fell to the ground clutching his bloodied nose. Joffrey cried

"YOU CUNT! I WILL HAVE YOU HEAD PUT ON A SPIKE FOR ATTACKING A KING!! Joanna gasped as she noticed her baby brother cry on the floor. The carpet soaked in blood. As much as Joanna loathed her brother there was always part of her that felt responsible over Joffrey - Tyrion had always told her it meant she was a good sister.

"Here let me help." She bent down to help extending her hand as she felt the throbbing in her soft and delicate hand. Joffrey glared at his sister as he spat his blood in her face. Joanna gasped in disgust

"You little bitch!" She screamed as she tackled him to the ground repeatingly hitting him. Joffrey smart enough clutched her blonde locks continuously pulling until she fell next to him. He pulled and pulled as Joannas fists continued to punch him in his flabby stomach

"WHAT IS MEANING OF THIS?!!" Tywin Lannister exclaimed as the room of his granddaughter flew open. Both children immediately stopping when they saw their grandfathers cold blue eyes stare at them. Joffrey let go of her hair as he pointed to her

"It was her grandfather - I only came to say good night and like a mad woman she attacked me!" Joffrey accused his sister who kept her eyes to the ground as she felt the back of her neck where she could feel bleeding from Joffreys torment on her hair

"Enough! Go to your room now! And you get into bed, now!" He demanded. Joffrey like a dog scurried past his grandfather as Joanna stood still. Her eyes never leaving the ground